Compulsively Aimless

A couple times a year, I clean out my journal and memorialize some of the contents. A string of short poetry, doggeral, and observations that have no other home but to share with you here.  Road Sign Poetry We start with the stiff injunction of the red octagon halt and look both ways.  Down the road the yellow diamond featuring a gentle curved arrow  warns that the road bends ahead reduce speed before reaching the curve  someone cares enough to keep you on the right path. Then there is its cousin, with the black intersection cross  you have choices to make. And the upside down triangle of Yield -- the most misunderstood of signs  --and therefore ignored but I guess wait your turn isn’t short enough. At last there is the cool green with white typeface with distances to the cities,  great and small how many miles to your future hopes and dreams  or your safe return home.   Language and Fashion As the world becomes more casual with information...